No B.S Friday: Don’t let panic pull you from your power.
“Hey. Slow down. Let it come to you. Don’t reach for it.”
I was staying at some swanky resort somewhere a few years ago, and it had these amazing tennis courts. Tennis isn’t really my thing. I’ve got more foot-eye coordination than hand-eye, but these courts were a marvel.
And, you could get a half hour or hour lesson with the resident tennis pro, so I thought, why not? You never know when having a passable back hand might come in handy.
(It used to be that business meetings happened on the golf course or at the tennis club. Now, I’m told, it’s executive road cycling, but buggered if I’m getting into all that lycra.)
So we’re batting balls back and forth.
At some point the pro says, “Don’t reach for it. You’re reaching for it.”
At first I’m like, “Mate, what are you on about? I’ve got a racquet and I’m trying to hit the ball. Of course I’m reaching for it.”
But he said, “Slow down. You’ve got more time than you think.”
I don’t remember exactly what he said, but this was the central gist. I was rushing things. I was too keen. I was out of my element on the tennis court, and so I was compensating by trying to get ahead of the ball.
I was trying to rush out and meet the ball because I didn’t have the confidence to let the ball come to me. I was trying to deal with the problem before it got on top of me.
I was trying to deal with it while it was still ‘out there’. Before it was ‘in here’.
And so I was reaching for it. The racquet was too far in front of me. This messes up your swing in a few ways. Because you’re racquet is early, you tend to hook the ball. If you want to hit it straight, then you kind of have to break your wrist back to change the angle so it’s pointing in a straight line.
Early swing + late wrist = inconsistent mess.
The other thing that happens is that when your arms are flailing about ‘out there’, you’ve got no power. Power, I’m told, comes from the hips.
(My power certainly comes from my hips. Hey..? Ladies..?)
Most of the drive comes from the legs and from the torque in the torso. The arms are just sauce on the hotdog.
So your power zone is close in – where the legs and torso are doing the work. It’s not ‘out there’ where you’ve got nothing but your 2-minute noodle arms to work with.
And so the secret to a powerful (and more consistent) shot is to wait on it. It’s to let the ball get close in – almost terrifyingly close in. Let it come to you.
And I think there’s an important life lesson here.
Wait on it. Let it get close in. Let it come into your power zone.
. I know I still find it tempting in the early stages of a deal to try and reach for it. To get things happening quickly, rush things along. I don’t want to miss out.
But I’m out of my power zone there. I’m reaching for it. I can over-commit and over-pay. I can get a bit careless with the numbers.
FOMO busts my mojo.
I know I’m much better off if I let things get a little scary. Let them get close in where I feel a little vulnerable. Like it’s moving out of my control.
That means being ok with getting gazumped if that’s what happens. It means being able to get up from the table and walk away.
But let it come. And then once it has come to you, once all the ducks are in a row, bam. Strike with clean decisiveness.
There’s a pro-tip for you.
JG.